Hae mine o Orr, wha wud hae focht
Tha mair he leeved fur billiehood.
Braid Islan shores he loved owre ocht,
Nae metther flegs nor anthems prood.
Hae mine o Orr, whas yin-street toon
Gien rise tae monies a yin tha same.
Whaur doon tha yeirs tha bugle soon
Caa’d sins tae mairch an dee fur hame.
Wae Orr in mine A’ll stan mae lane,
Agin a warl that’s ill divid.
Orr’s brave wee warl it is ma ain -
Thon hairtsome shore an hamely guid.
Sae if ye be tae Inglan true,
Or if oul Airlann’s aye yer sang
Or if ye’d ledge ye’r Scotch True Blue,
Them threeds whun wab’t thegither’s strang.
Hae mine o Orr’s Unitet ban
They loast tha fecht, he wun tha war.
A guid Unitet Ulsterman
Raxed up abane thon battle’s glar.
Hae mine o Orr, an bear tha gree,
Fur blessit them in poortith be.
An wud ye brak yer lang’ls free,
Ye’r gart aa men as brithers see.
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